Kindle Indecent 2 (3 page)

Damn it, the man was gorgeous. And not as old as she’d thought. He and Erik were only nine years old than her, which made them both thirty.

“I was invited,” Keegan said, reminding her that she’d asked him a question. “And I knew you’d be here.”

Her racing heart kicked into another gear, and she swore her stomach flipped. That had almost sounded like he came to see her specifically.

She wanted to ask if he had but maybe she didn’t want to know. If he hadn’t then she’d make a fool of herself. But if he had…

What then
?

He took another step into the room, letting the drape covering the entrance fall behind him, making it even darker than before. Suddenly the room felt about as big as a broom closet. With a lot less air than it’d had a second ago.

And that was so totally
not
how she wanted him to see her, panting for air because he was in the room.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted back her chin, trying to see him through the shadows.

“Which doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Right now.”

He took another step into the room, until he was only inches away from her. This close, she had to tilt her head back to continue to hold his gaze, which she could barely see in this light.

Which didn’t stop her from trying to see his mouth.

She
so
wanted to kiss him. Wanted him to kiss her. Wanted to torment and tease the hell out of him before she let him kiss her because she was still pissed at him for not calling.

For making her
want
him to call her.

“I wanted to see you again.”

She bit back the words that immediately leaped to her tongue, knowing they’d come out wrong. She couldn’t ask him if the only reason he wanted to see her again was because he wanted to have sex with her again. Because he’d turn the question around and ask her the same.

And in the mood she was in, she was afraid she’d say something really stupid, like ask how much he was going to pay her this time.

And what would you do if he quoted you a figure
?

“I thought that was obvious. I came to see you.”

God damn him. He’d said the absolute right thing.

She fought back the smile that wanted to curve her lips. “It’s been two weeks. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”

She wanted to ask about Erik, wanted to know if he knew Keegan was here. Wanted to know if they had talked about her. But she didn’t want to be disappointed if that answer was no.

“We weren’t sure you’d want to see us again.”

Had they thought she was only in it for the money?

You had sex with two men you didn’t know for a half-million dollars. What were they supposed to think
?

God, everything was so fucked up. Money did that. It screwed up everything, whether you had a lot or not enough.

“And I guess you couldn’t be bothered to ask?”

As her eyes grew accustomed to the low light, she realized she could see him better.

And maybe that wasn’t a good thing.

Because now, she wanted to throw herself at him.

Forget the fact that she was supposed to be working. That she was pissed off at him and shouldn’t want him. That they had nothing in common.

None of that mattered as he came even closer.

She couldn’t stop remembering his gentleness that night, the way he’d made her feel like she was valued. And, oh God, the man made her seriously hot.

“We’ve been…busy.” She caught his grimace. “Things going on at work.”

Something in his tone made her think those “things” at work weren’t all good.

“Is everything okay?”

His head cocked to the side. “I’m not sure. But I want it to be.”

He wasn’t talking about work. And she was suddenly very aware that they were totally alone.

She sucked in a short, sharp breath. “And what exactly do you want?”

God, she knew what she wanted. Keegan naked, fucking her in this tiny little room, half-dressed, hard and fast.

And wouldn’t that just show everyone how much of a slut you really are
?

No. Just no. Fuck that kind of thinking. What was with her?

He continued to stare at her. “I want you to come with me. Now. We’ll have dinner.”

So not just sex? “Will Erik be there?”

He paused. Did he think she didn’t want him if Erik wasn’t there? Or that she didn’t want to see Erik?

“He will be.”

Something in his voice made her ask, “Does he know you’re here?”

Again, Keegan paused and she wondered if she should have kept her mouth shut. Maybe she’d gotten the wrong impression. Maybe Erik didn’t want to see her again. Maybe only Keegan wanted to see her. Maybe—

“Yeah, he knows.”

Okay, now what? She absolutely hated the fact that she didn’t have the answer to that. Hated that these two men made her doubt herself. When her dad had left, she’d made a promise to herself that no man would have the power to make her second guess herself ever again.

“Doesn’t he want to see me again?”

“He does.”

Then why hadn’t either of them contacted her?

She wanted to scream in frustration. And, damn it, she wanted to see his face. Keegan had been so easy to read that night and there was something going on here that she was missing.

Maybe it’d be better if she never saw Erik or Keegan again. Just stopped this before—

Keegan wrapped one hand around her neck and pulled her forward, crushing his mouth against hers, making her head spin—and stopping the steady stream of doubts.

Chapter Two

Oh God, she’d missed this.

She’d only had Keegan for one night but, apparently, that had been enough to make him an addiction.

Her body pressed up against his and every nerve endings got an immediate jolt of adrenaline that zipped through her like lightning. Moaning into his mouth, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she clung to him.

As her nipples tightened into hard, sensitive points, she wanted to tell him to put his hands there. Wanted him to unbutton her plain cotton shirt so he could get to her skin.

But she didn’t want to break the kiss.

Instead, she shoved one hand into his shaggy brown hair and wrapped the strands around her fingers, curling around them so he couldn’t get away.

Not that he seemed to be thinking about getting away.

He kissed her like he wanted to devour her. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. It made her lungs tighten and her head swim.

The hand on her nape was a solid weight, his fingers a hot brand on her skin. His other hand had grabbed her ass and pulled her against his hips. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her stomach and she rocked against him.

God, yes. Please
.

She wanted to lift her leg and wrap it around his hip but her skirt was too damn tight so she had to content herself with rubbing her mound against him.

His mouth moved over hers like liquid fire as her free hand stroked from his neck to his shoulder, where her fingers dug into his tight, flexing muscles. She heard him groan deep in his chest, felt his mouth shift position as he forced his tongue between her lips to invade her mouth.

Heat and lust and only faint traces of whiskey. He wasn’t drunk.

She’s the one who felt drunk, even though she hadn’t had a sip of alcohol tonight. Who felt as if all of her constraints had fallen away.

She needed more, but their bodies weren’t aligned correctly.

Lifting onto her toes, she tried to get his cock at just the right position to rub against her clit. The several-inches difference in their height frustrated her, had her wanting to climb him like her own personal, lean-muscled tower.

She wanted to be closer.
Needed
to be closer.

As if he’d read her mind, Keegan shoved both hands under her arms and lifted her off her feet.

Yes
. His cock fit into the vee of her legs and she damned the fabric preventing her from getting that cock inside so she could ride him until she came.

She hadn’t wanted to admit it but she’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d left that night two weeks ago. Whenever she thought about it, her body responded with a rush of heat, her pussy grew wet and she could barely breathe.

She’d wanted—

With a jerk, Keegan pulled back and she gasped at the sudden withdrawal. But before she could protest, he grabbed the hem of her skirt in one hand and wrenched it to her hips. Cooler air caressed her bare thighs as her sex drenched with her juices.

Then he cupped her between her legs and took her breath away.

“Fucking hell, Jules.” His voice held a deep, raspy command that made her shiver. “Tell me to stop. Tell me now or I swear I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to shove his fingers inside her and ease a little bit of this ache. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth, right here, right now, where anyone could walk in on them.

She wanted him to want her so much he shoved his pants down until he could release his cock and impale her with it.

And then she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.

Later, when she could think straight, she’d want him to take his time.

But not now.

Now—

He set her on her feet and dropped to his knees, so quickly she didn’t realize what was happening until he shoved both hands beneath her skirt and grabbed her panties. He took enough care not to rip them as he yanked them down her legs but he didn’t waste any time.

Panting like she’d just run a marathon, her hands fell onto his shoulders to steady herself. The low light seeping into the little room from the hall wasn’t enough to allow her to see him clearly—but she didn’t need to see. Only to feel.

His lips pressed against her hip and she felt the scrape of teeth before his mouth opened on her clit. The suddenness of the act, the quick flick of his tongue and the two fingers he shoved into her pussy threw her body into shuddering pleasure.

A moan escaped her, so loud in the small room, as she squirmed in his hold. She wasn’t trying to get away. God, no. She wanted more.

She pressed her hips forward, wordlessly telling him she needed more pressure. Wanting more of him.

Keegan gave her more than she’d been expecting but still not enough. He fucked her with his fingers, pushing her to the edge of orgasm then letting her hang there as he pulled out and played with her labia, backing off just enough so that she didn’t come.

She had the barest presence of mind not to scream at him to stop playing with her and fuck her.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging at the silky thick strands. Her head had fallen back and she thrilled to the sound of Keegan sucking and licking at her pussy.

She could barely breathe even though her lungs worked overtime.

“Keegan, please…”

He paused and she nearly screeched with frustration.

“Please what?” She felt his breath against her skin, and her stomach contracted with lust.

“Please make me come.” She punctuated her breathless statement with a tug on his hair, trying to pull his lips back to her.

He resisted, his mouth not
even
close to where she wanted it.

“Is it only my mouth you want?”

It took her a few seconds to understand what he was asking, he’d scrambled her brains that badly. She looked down, seeing only the outline of his head at her waist.

“No, that’s not all I want.”